Prince of Promises
A lonesome Cinderella
cold-kissed by midnight hours.
I'm damned to want more than I need
and chase the dusk into the dawn
to lay a wish upon a star
before the magic is all gone.
I hang my heart on moonlit words
and magic gone when day recedes,
gone with the empty promises
tied round my smile by cursive tongue.
The weight of waiting dawns me down
but still the bridge to Evermore
is something I've not found.
He's my Prince of Promises,
he's not the King of Evermore
he quests through random chapters of
a fairlytale where I am cursed
but never speaks of love, of more
than quenching restless thirst.
I know he'll ride through me again,
he'll whisper in the dark
he'll tell me all I need
and ride off again and take his heart
and I'll be here, dumbstruck again,
my prince forever leaving
cause I'm chasing tales and spinning dreams
caught up in games of make-believe.
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